Yowza.

April 6th, 2006 12 comments

I was working on a hat to go with the baby sweater, having written out a new pattern for a fairly basic but cute striped design. But I wanted something with more pizzazz.

When I get these thoughts, I’m like a dog with a bone it can’t let go of. As a result, I think I’ve hit upon a fun idea for a scrap-using hat pattern. Perhaps good enough to submit somewhere, depending on how it works out.

Now I’ve just got to find time to actually do the damn thing.

UK is still on the needles – 2 hats done, a scarf and a hat left to go for her!

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Down in the mouth.

April 5th, 2006 8 comments

I went to the dentist today for my biannual cleaning. My old dental hygienist had apparently left the practice to go to graduate school. My new dental hygienist was a little younger, and in a growing trend for the service professionals in my life, apparently went to my high school, albeit many years after me. “Gosh, sometimes I wish I’d grown up in the 80’s.” Thanks, little girl.

In the list of the top ten things you don’t want to hear your dental hygienist say, I think number seven must be, “Now, don’t be alarmed.” After today, I can tell you that it pops up to number five if she says it while you hear metal squealing behind your head. Turns out my new dental hygienist was just sharpening some sort of medieval torture device with a whetstone. No kidding about the whetstone. Sayeth she, “This is so much harder when this tool is dull.”

I am of two minds about this.

One: “If it’s supposed to be sharp, then by all means, sharpen it. The last thing I want is the dental equivalent of a shave with a dull razor.”

Two: “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD KEEP THAT ICE PICK OUT OF MY MOUTH.”

If my old dental hygienist was Floyd the barber, my new one is Sweeney Todd. I’ve never had a cleaning last so long, or have so many jabs. In my typical “bright side” fashion, I suppose it’s good that she was so thorough. In fact, she couldn’t have been more thorough unless she had taken my teeth out, individually sanded and polished them, then re-inserted them into my gums. I am not mentioning that possibility in front of her.

I usually go every six months. She wants to see me in three. I guess the lady down the street needs teeth for her meat pies. Brrrr.

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Knit-o-rama!

April 4th, 2006 12 comments

Ze baby pullover, she eez done.


In spite of what it looks like, the sleeves really are exactly the same length.

Pattern: “Knitting Pure and Simple” Baby Pullover #214
Yarn: 1 strand Lorna’s Laces worsted in denim, 1 strand Lorna’s Laces sock in Lakeview.
Yardage: 193 yards
Needles: #9 for stockinette, #6 for ribbing on body, #7 DPN for ribbing on cuffs of sleeves, #9 to bind off.
Gauge: 4 stitches per inch
Used ribbing instead of rolled stockinette for edging.

This is supposedly the smallest size, 6 months, but it looks bigger than that to me. I held it up to one of my daughter’s old 3-month-old onesies and it dwarfed it. All to the good – the mother should be able to use it when it gets cool again.

When I started this, I was a little worried about it fitting over a baby’s head, but it can fit over this guy’s head without smooshing it, so I think we’re good.

I considered not blocking this, but the ribbing on the bottom is a little flippy. I did four rows instead of three, but it wasn’t enough to stabilize it – or else I should have decreased a couple of stitches to help it come in a little more. On the other hand, baby bellies are soft and round, so maybe it’s okay.

Now I’m trying to find a baby sock pattern to use up the remaining 37 yards of sock yarn, but most list the number of ounces instead of yards. We’ll see what turns up.

Next up: Hat on the needles for Michigan, then the UK and North Carolina!

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It’s a boy.

April 2nd, 2006 8 comments

The baby I was knitting for came into the world a few days early, arriving yesterday. Eh, I knew I was cutting it close!

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Slow day.

April 2nd, 2006 No comments


The baby pullover proceeds apace. I did a rolled edge bottom, but it looked like it was rolling up to belly-baring proportions, so I changed it to a ribbed hem instead, and made the neckline to match. If I do this again, I’ll probably work it so that there’s a little button in the back so that it’ll be easier to get a huge baby melon through. However, the bind-off is nice and loose, so I don’t think there’ll be any problems with head squeeze-age. Even though the pattern says this is six-month size, it looks more like 9-12 months to me. Here’s hoping I don’t run out of yarn on the sleeves.


Nice Spring day. Watch out for rogue water balloons!

Sweaters and songs.

April 1st, 2006 8 comments

Man, this sucker is zipping right along. Aside from a couple of rows, this is all from last night.

I think I overestimated the time I’d need, based on how long it took me to do this little devil in fall 2004:

Main differences: the above was larger and made of Manos Cotton Stria, which is lovely but a bitch to work with. But still: awwww.

At any rate, I’m kind of wishing that I’d done a conventional seamed garment instead, since they tend to drape better. However, I’m not going to stop, because a) I tend to fiddle with designs until the last minute, then wind up with no time left and I’m determined not do to that this time, and b) how much drape does an infant need in their clothes? It’s not like the kid’s going to be on the catwalk.

And now, non-knitting-related questions!

The other day, I was doing the dishes. We have no dishwasher, so this involves me up to my elbows in hot, soapy water. My daughter came into the kitchen and said, “Mommy, you need to sing.” I asked her if she had anything in particular in mind, and she said, “A song.” “Any song?” “Yes, any song.” So I began to sing, and then, satisfied, she walked back out.

Like my mother, I sing while I’m doing dishes or hanging out clothes. My daughter is apparently so used to it, that if I’m not singing, it’s something strange that needs to be fixed.

I sing folk songs like “Molly Malone” and some standards like “When You’re Smiling,” and I tend to run through most of the same songs every time. There’s kind of a default selection of songs that I sing, although I do branch out.

So my questions are these: Do you sing while you’re cleaning? While you’re doing other mindless tasks? What sorts of things do you like to sing while you’re doing? What sorts of songs do you sing? Do you mix it up, or return to the same songs or genre as a rule? Do you have any other habits you do while you’re performing basic tasks? Share with the group!

Whee!

March 31st, 2006 4 comments

The swatch was too pretty. I had to stop it early so I could start on the sweater. Gauge is spot-on anyway, based on this snippet.


I think plain main + multicolored accent is going to be my new favorite trick.

Also: Roland Young is freakin’ hilarious so far in Topper. He usually played a very staid British type, or sometimes the man who you’d think would be the staid British type (such as the flirty and drunken Uncle Willie in one of my favorite movies, the Philadelphia Story) so I haven’t seem him do physical stuff before.

You can tell this is a Hal Roach film by the director’s sometime use of speeded-up footage. Hey, it was comedy gold in silent days! But you know, Hal Roach lived to be a hundred and kept active in the biz until the end. His imdb producer credits top 1000. I have fond memories of my dad unspooling Hal’s Laurel and Hardy movies on a movie projector in the living room. I’m not going to begrudge the man a few wacky camera tricks.

Frogging the swatch – I need every yard for this sweater!

Very Knitcentric Day

March 31st, 2006 4 comments

Le sigh.

March 29th, 2006 2 comments

Hubby didn’t get off work until after 5, and the yarn store in Davidson closes at 5.

My efforts to spare my daughter a long, boring car ride were for naught anyway. My cousin (he is fine) called from the hospital and needed someone to give him a lift back to his car. He had chest pains at work today, and the nurse there called 911 and he got an ambulance ride. Said car was about 20 miles from the house. The yarn store is 25 miles from the house. Sorry, kiddo.

This has not worked out to be the Bestest Week Ever. All I want is some freakin’ Lorna’s Laces Worsted so I can make this freakin’ baby sweater out of machine-washable wool, and every day that passes is another day that I can’t be working on it. Grumble grumble.

On the up side, The kiddo and I went to Pike’s and I got a black cow while she got a strawberry sundae – with salt and pepper, of course. So there was still some fun had.

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Runnin’ a little ragged.

March 29th, 2006 2 comments

Well, I had hoped that I’d be able to drop the kidlet off at My Gym for the morning, but I called yesterday and they’re booked up for the week. I love my daughter and I’m glad to spend time with her, but I’m not able to get as much wearwithstyle work done. I don’t want to fall behind on orders. I did toss together a listing for the Charlie Brown hat although it doesn’t look as pretty as I’d like. I’m going to try to get my friend’s 16-month-old to model it for me again before I send it off to its rightful owner.

I haven’t been getting as much sleep, and I also had terrible dreams last night. Since the hubby has also been working late this week, there’s not the extra support to make up for my tiredness. Not the best couple of days. I’ve been trying to find some time to get up to Davidson without the kiddo, since that’s a 30-minute car ride to a boring destination for her, just so I can snag some Lorna’s Laces worsted. The hubby had to go in at 6:30 this morning, but is going to try to get out early to compensate, so that may be my window of opportunity.

I’m just… tired. I’m not cut out to be a stay-at-home full-time mom. I think it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t feel the pressure of all I have to do weighing me down. Realistically, though, that’s probably what all moms feel.

On the up side, I got my first order from Norway yesterday, which makes me happy. Also, I got up the energy to make dinner, some linguine with clam sauce, which turned out very nummy. The kiddo decided yesterday that she likes salt and pepper, particularly on ice cream. Little weirdo.

We stopped by Mom’s yesterday, and she gave us some foam rollers so that the kiddo could try her hand at the hair thing again.


“So I says to Mabel, I says…”

If I can just keep my head above water, I think it’ll be a good day today!

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